Dearly Beloved, The sand is not hot, The water, not wet. A beach, it is not. The battles lie fought
I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture
How am I supposed to know? What I am supposed to show? What am I supposed to say? When I do not run away? How do I react when I
Milady, may I have this dance? And in this number will we stay? May we forever form a stance And leave our masks on ‘till the d… I cannot say I’ll happy be
I lie on my bed A pen in my hand My brain does not stand I cant use my hand I don’t understand
When the sorrow strikes And the roses spike And the day you dislike I’ll be there When the window shines
Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four
I fall And as I fall I see black Black everywhere For my eyes are closed And they will not open
In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away
Whirl our way, dearest deceaser! This is your time and ours to fly! The time to fly nears, The deceased thrown in fears, While the living await death!
Welcome to the caverns Hope you cannot stay Darkness fills the taverns At the beginning of the day Leave while you are happy
Daddy’s girl was up all night Always looking for a sight Other poet, things to write Phony poles that do not bite She was happy I could see
I’m going to die I know that now For this I don’t lie For I don’t know how The words don’t come out
In you and I There is a war That will not fly Without a sword You wield in hand
Call what you see, if you please. Loser, creep, weirdo... At least say it to me. To me. Me and not them,